On the way to school, I rub my forehead and recoil in pain.
It was still a little black in color, but better than it was yesterday.
The school bell rings as I enter homeroom.
Class is now in session...or it would be, if a certain teacher was here.was
"UUUUUEECH!", a heaving Ms. Buckets retches into a trash can on the sidewalk, hungover after a night of partying with other teachers.
She clutches her head and groans. "Ugh. Never again.", she vows, as she stumbles toward the school.
"Does this mean we get a free day!? Woohooo!!!", shouts Tomboy-kun from his desk at the back of the class.
His twintailed friend swivels around to face him.
"Of course we don't, you baka!", Tsundere-kun replies.
As I sit in my desk, they both look at me.
"Bro, what happened to you? You look like you got fucked up!", Tomboy-kun says, leaning forward over his desk to take a good look at my face with his head cocked sideways.
Tsundere-kun shouted, "Watch your mouth, dumbass!", unaware of his own contradiction.
"I'm fine.", I reassure them with a smile.
Tsundere-kun looks at me with a sorrowful look on his face, and I look back, nodding.
Bucket-sensei then stumbles in.
She was incredibly late.
"Let's get this over with.", she demands.
"Hai!", the class shouts.